No Entry Except for the Master - Chapter 55

Her body twitched intermittently, causing the cart she was pulling to scrape against the floor with an unpleasant grating sound. Even though she was practically leaning against the cart as she walked, it was hard to keep her balance.

Her arousal had already dripped down her thighs and reached her calves. Fortunately, the long skirt of her hall-serving uniform reached her ankles, so no one seemed to notice.

Staggering, Lilith finally reached one corner of the party hall where the food was displayed and caught her breath. No matter how much air she gulped, it wasn’t enough—her chest burned.

She tried her best not to convulse as she walked between the sparsely placed tables. Occasionally, her hips jerked, or she clenched her thighs tightly, nearly collapsing, but she managed to avoid any major mishaps as she collected the dishes left behind by guests and placed them on her serving cart.

“Hey, come here and clean this up.”

A young noblewoman called out to Lilith. A group of young nobles, seemingly acquainted with each other, had gathered together. Having finished their meal, they were now chatting in a loose circle slightly away from the table.

Lilith bowed her head deeply and quietly approached to clear the dishes. She bit her lip so hard it hurt, afraid a moan might escape at close range. Thankfully, no one paid her any attention.

“Hahh—!”

Her arms suddenly lost strength as she tried to lift a plate. Fortunately, it fell back onto the table from a low height, remaining intact.

But Lilith couldn’t care less about the plate’s condition. She clamped both hands over her mouth. The toy buried inside her had started vibrating, spinning wildly in every direction. The sensitive spots she was acutely aware of were being ruthlessly trampled by the mock phallus.

Lilith slumped to the floor, covering her mouth. Muffled whimpers—“Ah… ngh… haah!”—leaked through her fingers. Crouched, she trembled violently, unable to even properly lower her hips.

“Nngh… Hah… Hnn…”

The thought of holding back grew fainter. Lilith barely managed to grip the table with the hand covering her mouth. The chattering group was positioned between her and the table, so when she crouched on the floor, the tablecloth hid her from their view.

“Nngh… Ahh… Hah…”

Holding onto the table with both hands, Lilith rocked her body as if riding someone. Her toes curled tightly against the floor. She rolled her hips, grinding desperately.

Her body, accustomed to Teia’s touch, wasn’t satisfied with a mere toy. She had to writhe and twist just to barely graze the spot she craved.

“Hahh… Not enough… Haah… Master… Ngh…”

Her heat had finally melted her brain entirely. Lilith slumped weakly, as if she might collapse at any moment. Muttering “Master…” over and over, she bucked her hips as if mounting someone. The carpet beneath her darkened with the fluids dripping from her entrance.

“Your Grace, the Grand Duke.”

The gathered nobles pretended to be shy upon noticing Teia approaching them.

“I’ve been watching for a while—are you all acquainted?”

Teia naturally positioned himself beside Lilith, blocking her from view. As he exchanged pleasantries with them, he subtly nudged a champagne glass on the table behind him.

Champagne spilled over Lilith’s head. Dazed, she lifted her damp face. The cold liquid shocked her overheated body into momentary stillness.

“Ah, what an embarrassing mistake. My apologies, but could we continue our conversation over there? I’d like my servant to clean this up.”

The nobles laughed off the idea of the Grand Duke making such a blunder and obligingly moved away.

To any onlooker, it would seem Lilith was merely sitting on the floor, wiping up the spill. Teia bent slightly and murmured just loud enough for her to hear:

“Clean up the mess you made too.”

“Hahh… Master… Hold me… Please hold me… I need you…”

Afraid Teia might leave again, Lilith clutched his pant leg. His earlier words—“Don’t run away like a brat. Beg properly.”—flashed through her mind. Her face was drenched, whether from champagne or tears. Her expression, lost between tears and heat, was pitiful.

“You could ask anyone to f**k you, not just me.”

“Nngh… No… No… Only want Master’s…”

Does this rabbit even remember what she’s saying? Teia cupped Lilith’s face, her rationality clearly gone. She sobbed uncontrollably, rubbing her cheek against his palm. Her face was unbearably tempting.

Though he had assigned her to serve at the party, he had no intention of letting others have her. Seeing her cling to him like this, Teia decided to indulge her—just this much. He grabbed a spare tablecloth piled nearby and wrapped her from head to toe before lifting her into his arms.

“Your Grace, is something the matter?”

“Ah, it seems someone isn’t feeling well. They look in pain—I thought I’d move them to the waiting room.”

“Your Grace, why trouble yourself? We’ll handle it.”

Attendants rushed forward, but Teia turned to keep their hands from touching Lilith.

“I’ve already picked them up. They work for me—it’s only right I do this much.”

Perhaps because he had carefully crafted an image of kindness, the attendants hesitated but didn’t intervene. Lilith, nestled in Teia’s arms, fainted at the familiar scent of him—her heat had boiled over from being denied relief for too long.